child..the third

Call it my miracle baby...my post-hysterectomy wonder-child.

Unlike the other two, this baby won't be breastfed for two years, won't need braces or a college fund.
There were no contractions and the delivery was painless.
Today I went to watch the press run for my book.
I was unprepared for the total joy and pride I felt for this little bugger. It was a bliss buzz for sure.
Actually got a little woozy .. felt like I was on the verge of tossing my cookies..in a good way.
We'll have it in our hands by next week. It's so cute..I wanna carry a picture of it in my wallet.
Cool that it came into existence so close to mother's day.

R.A. Issue of the day/ The benefits of wearing adult underoos

You reach a certain age where you can no longer get away with wearing young looking or trendy clothes without appearing pathetic and ridiculous. I've seen it ..and it's rough.
Being a reluctant adult and longing for all things fun and young , I've solved the age inapproriate clothing dilema . On the outside I've pretty much given in to standard 40ish fare..but underneath I've taken to wearing Super Woman underwear on a fairly regular basis. When I find myself in a jam ( like delivering mail in a blinding snowstorm ) they give me a secret kind of strength and belief in my abilities. If you can't posess actual super powers, the next best thing is super undies.